Count Your Blessings

Sam just nodded softly and leaned into drink from The Voice's wrist, not feeling at all fond enough of the deity to go for the neck, which felt so much more intimate somehow. Privately, he felt not very much like her 'dear one' at all, not one of the 'brothers and sisters', just someone thrust into a cult without any willingness to be there. The fluid, still, was a relief to him. Putting an instant energy into his body it helped despite himself. As soon as he had drunk his full he stood and stepped away. "Thank you." He said, keeping his voice steady on purpose (meaning it took him a moment to speak) and then walked away, not looking back. SAMUEL Another little digit on my lifespan, what a bore And what once was fresh and green Now marches in the ranks of the obscene This whole transfiguration thing is such a chore